Don't LIKE me.... Too freakin' bad.
16:46 Apr 26 2006
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For those of you, who know this exist. Get right up that tree you're currently climbing... because once you're "high" enough... I am seriously going to set it alight.
You annoy me. I tolerate you like a disease I don't have a cure for. You aren't worth my time in speaking to, in losing valuable air for my lungs that is always wasted on your deaf, dumb and mute ears.
You look like the Ugly Tree grabbed you and threw you about, I'm pretty sure that when the doctor came to give your mother a hand, he yanked you out to spare your mother the troubles of dropping you on your head. He did it himself.
You look like a pug-dog inbred. You seem to have been a round shape that kinda went wrong, and was stuck all around the sides with glue then left in the sun. No... That ISN'T a compliment. Even though that is actually an improvement to your face and body.
You seem to think that maybe... somehow... I may fuck you. Well unfortunately. I'd rather go without, than go with you. I won't put my hand on you when I could put it to good use on me. I don't want to see you, I like seeing you in pain or trying to create problems for me. You seem to enjoy this... Maybe this is the only way you can get my attention.
By saying things, by doing things. By creating events and rumors that have never happened, by saying words that you haven't got proof for and by listening to fifteen year olds who, although, were in my presence, can't prove shit on me. You have their words to go by, I have my own set of ideals to live by. *smiles*
You think you're pretty. Acceptable. Even likeable. Here's a few things cleared for you. I tore down your "Reign of Terror", I LAUGHED in your face, I turned my back on your in your tantrums, I moved on, changed with and how I wanted to and gave up what I wanted to gain better. So... You may have my ex, but now you're pregnant to him, and he's in the mental institution...*WHERE YOU PUT HIM* I have a new boyfriend who is taking care of me, who you wouldn't dare cross. You have my past, but even then the barbs and lies and rumors are fading and you're left without power over me, once again.
So.. we are left with someone who is very ugly outside, who is very ugly inside... and still thinks it fit to try, after a year, to make me feel two cms tall.
Problem there is bubs... I've kind of out-grown you. I will put you back into your cage, you feral scum, and leave you for the dog-collector to pick up later.
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